Submissions by TheEroticBrothers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
EROTIC POEM
Published
6th Nov 2019 10:27am
6th Nov 2019 10:27am
1:51 am
It's never too late to be better late than never,
And even though it's late, we've never been better,
Erotic Brothers cumming back in the game,
Game is a euphemism for each other's butts.
It may have been years since we last shared our dick (words),
But now we are back to fill you with prick (sentences),
Rusty spikes of flow possessing your body,
When it comes to erotic poems who's better? Nobody!!!!!!!!
Ed Sheratan (auto-correct) is good at musical lyrics, so what?
Compared to him we are Samuel, what what in the butt!
Gingers in...
And even though it's late, we've never been better,
Erotic Brothers cumming back in the game,
Game is a euphemism for each other's butts.
It may have been years since we last shared our dick (words),
But now we are back to fill you with prick (sentences),
Rusty spikes of flow possessing your body,
When it comes to erotic poems who's better? Nobody!!!!!!!!
Ed Sheratan (auto-correct) is good at musical lyrics, so what?
Compared to him we are Samuel, what what in the butt!
Gingers in...
#love
#brother
#erotic
#music
#lyrics
523 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
24th May 2015 6:34am
24th May 2015 6:34am
Backstreet's Broke Back (Alright!)
747 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 9:28am
25th Jan 2013 9:28am
The Pen Island (penis land!)
908 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 9:05am
25th Jan 2013 9:05am
Four * Chest
Look at my Chest, please
On it I spilt some cheese.
Spoilt dairy getting in my *'s
I cleaned it off with many licks
So bad. Super bad.
The cheese didn't taste good.
When your tongue is a parasite, cheese makes you sad
Especially when it comes from our dad.
He works wood with his tools
The cheese he brought home was expired.
Liquid dreams inspiring what transpired
There is still some cheese left on my chest.
I'm killing it here. This poem is even worst than the last.
The cheese is still dripping down my chast (chest).
On it I spilt some cheese.
Spoilt dairy getting in my *'s
I cleaned it off with many licks
So bad. Super bad.
The cheese didn't taste good.
When your tongue is a parasite, cheese makes you sad
Especially when it comes from our dad.
He works wood with his tools
The cheese he brought home was expired.
Liquid dreams inspiring what transpired
There is still some cheese left on my chest.
I'm killing it here. This poem is even worst than the last.
The cheese is still dripping down my chast (chest).
614 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
31st Dec 2012 7:19am
31st Dec 2012 7:19am
Erotic Brother's Back (there's an anus there ^~)
777 reads
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